Violence is now a way of life The sledge my tool to torture As it pounds down on your forehead There's something inside me It's, it's coming out I feel like killing you Let loose the anger, held back too long My blood runs cold Through my anatomy, dwells

They live, they thirst Blood, blood Spirits await rebirth From their sleep They will soon awake Restless dead Catching the wiff of hate

What do you want from me As you look around this room tonight Settle in your seat and dim the lights Do you want my blood do you want my tears What do you want Should I sing until I can't sing any more Play these strings until my fingers are raw You're

Youngbloods young hearts alike Let the fires burn inside your eyes We won't give up these memories We won't go near those cemeteries Youngbloods run free forever Forget the death that's ever nearer This life is for the keeping Youngbloods, youngbloods,

Through the eyes of the dead The murder, murder Murder, murder For once in this life You'll see through these eyes Black wings spread their ebony quills Bloody nails the hand that wills Wind is at our backs Now the crows attack

And the choirs kept singing of freedom Come round by my side and I'll sing you a song I'll sing it so softly, it'll do no one wrong On Birmingham Sunday the blood ran like wine That cold autumn morning no eyes saw the sun And Addie Mae Collins, her

Flesh opens up, blood's retreating Death's embracing, all is ending Time will not heal all of your pain I cannot wait for it all to come crashing Time has come to face all evil Down on your face, ripping your veins out Your insides win and kill you from

Hang around a lot of gang bangin' ass niggas Crip, Blood, blue or red, what you bang, nigga? You might got a pistol but this stick is way bigger I call it KKK, 'cause my choppa hate niggas Issa Nightmare on Elm Street A Nightmare on Elm Street I can show

( * Repeat) I know what she's doin' I saw it comin from the start I've watched her in motion She's aimin right for my heart Guess I should know better But it's hard to refuse She's got it down to the letter *Youngblood,

Homage to our god, the act of killing bears us Closer to his grace, beyond the void of darkness Every drop of blood, a chance to deify us Bring us to our Lord, our killings transcending Convictions of violence pure, unrelenting Devotion drips from my